The baths are somewhere visited regularly for many years, until a year long pause. In the summer, the place can be fairly empty, but this visit was one of the most deserted times I have experienced. Deserted to the extent that it is not a wild exaggeration to say I sucked half of the men there during this visit.
I had honestly expected more people, matching the sort of fairly exuberant crowd from the last time. Today was the sort of visit that is neither bad nor good when writing about it. Some very nice stretches, and some fairly boring ones. The negatives were a bit clearer, particularly the lack of steam room action and kissing. The low number of men was quite unusual, and of those there, the skill level in general was not particularly high.
Only on the third trip to the dark room did I discover a laying man, who remained unresponsive while stroking his legs and thighs, even teasing his cock. A man who does nothing after an extended period of play is not worth further effort, so I decided to check the glory hole wall. Nothing happened, and after cautiously moving back to the rear wall, was surprised to feel a man at the rear entrance. He was getting head from another sitting man further in, and was quite happy to make me feel welcome, even as the other man joined in, reaching out to stroke my thigh.
Soon he was taking my cock into his mouth, even though the position was a bit awkward. The other problem being I had smoked a large amount of excellent weed right before arriving. Getting stoned and then playing at a male only sauna is even better than my teenage fantasies, which tended to arise after getting high, the thought of gay group sex turning me on so good decades before experiencing it.
The effects of today's weed on my cock were close to overwhelming, something that became a bit of a theme during this visit. Hard or soft, my cock was ready to cum quickly. A bit of a challenge, considering that this time, I definitely wanted to use poppers.
These poppers were the last of those bought at a gay leather shop, after talking to several men there. The effects were described as coming on very slow, but going on powerfully deep and long. They were some of the best I have used, and this time, the plan was to use them. This was one of the main reasons for having smoked more than usual, as weed and poppers and willing partners make a lovely combination at the baths.
As does a stranger's mouth surrounding your cock as you stroke on the edge of orgasm, reaching down to play with his cock, feeling lips surrounding it from another man. After some more moving and shifting, the other man began to go down on me, making my moaning even louder. Control was a bit less of an issue, especially having something of a goal, attempting to make this a real threesome.
One that did not quite work out, as we never quite found a way to bring two cocks into contact for a joint blow job. After getting onto the platform and putting down my things, the original cock sucker went down on me again. The third man soon left, giving me the opportunity to go down on an already spit covered cock, though the position still remained somewhat awkward for 69ing.
We seemed to be alone in the dark room, making casually stretching out easy, laying next to each other before going down again, filling our mouths with hot cock. No longer knowing where the magic brown bottle was had become unimportant, though if we ended up rimming, it would be nice to do a hit.
As always, 69 was fantastic, however his touching was not particularly skilled, though not quite clumsy. He straddled my face, keeping my cock in his wet mouth, providing me the opportunity to get very oral, teabagging him while pumping his cock against a nipple. He wanted to be sucked, positioning his cock perfectly for me to take deep.
I let a couple of fingers run over his crack teasingly, a first step in directing him in my favored direction. When turned on, ass play is far too tempting to reject, particularly when being led on, a bit of contact, then hovering, waiting for the other to give in to desire. He began doing the same to me, his cock starting to pump harder in my willing mouth with a finger circling his now pulsing ring.
For me, ass play like this is always what I imagined happening at a bathhouse when a teenager excited by the idea of what men did with each other there. Though in reality, it is not all that common. Which might explain a certain greediness on my part, wanting to rim after a very long break, to make someone my anal slave. Or to make me theirs, as that really is a minor distinction.
Grabbing around his thighs, shifting my head to teabag him easily, tongue sliding closer to his crack, my intentions were obvious. Reaching higher, I spread his ass as my tongue began sliding from the bottom of his sack over his crack. His cock sucking grew wonderfully slutty as he kept touching my hole too, the sort of thing that is always appreciated when getting into really dirty hot male sex.
When my tongue reached his soft waiting ring, he settled down, motionless, overcome by the sensations. The feeling of power flowing from my tongue was entrancing, as was my horniness, giving in to the long unsatisfied desire to lick a man's hot ass hole. This continued for a while, though he only made the briefest touch of his tongue on my ass. I did let him put his cock in my mouth a couple of times, but normally after only making him stop trying to force me by tongue fucking his hole, using my arms to keep my face in place.
The amount of desire flowing between us was nicely surprising. Spreading his thighs wider on the platform, now rocking against my face, wanting to be tongued. Sometimes his head was raised, causing me to think about poppers and how good they would be, then his mouth would return to blowing my cock, meaning the game of stopping him from making me cum started again. This was not the best way to consider using poppers, especially since that first gorgeous rush is best followed by other equally delightful hits.
My tongue and mouth had made him so slippery that slipping one, then two fingers into his soft squeezing tunnel was pure pleasure for both of us.
After he almost came from more sucking while being finger fucked, and a final rimming moment with my face buried in his ass, he left the room. Recovering my wits, slowly realizing all orientation had been lost during that time, no longer even sure where my things were. After going out and seeing the time, it was not exactly a disappointment to see that less than a half hour had gone by. The constant need to interrupt the action to keep from cumming simply made the time pass differently.
Wandering around, everything still amazingly empty, another connection occurred in the dark room. He was standing in the center area, between the platform, entrance and glory hole wall. Our first brushing contact soon expanded into invitingly explicit touching, sighing together as we grew hard in typical bathhouse style.
